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"Once, there was a planet, much like any other and unimportant. This planet sent the universe a message, a bell tolling throughout the stars, ringing out to all the dark corners of creation. And everybody came to see it. Although no one understood the message, everyone who heard it was afraid except one man. A man who was known to the cosmos as a powerful wizard. The man who stayed for Christmas."

The Doctor was teleported into a vast ship hall. He was cloaked, holding a broken Dalek eyestalk. It had been two months since he had last seen his son, Clara, and their daughter. He was still trying to take Mr Gold and Belle back to Storybrooke. But he had been side-tracked.

"I bring proof of courage and comradeship," the Doctor shouted into the vast halls. "What is this ship, and why are you here? Identify yourselves by species and planet of origin."

Around him, blue lights appeared in the dark halls, and he heard a familiar beeping that had plagued him all his life—the heartbeat of a Dalek. One Dalek approached him, followed by another and another. "Exterminate!" it bellowed. "Exterminate!"

"Handles?" the Doctor asked into his earpiece. "Handles, wrong ship. Handles? Rumple, it's wrong. Handles! Rumple!"

The Daleks circled the Doctor and fired their energy beams at him before he vanished in a flash of blue light, and he was back on the TARDIS, where Mr Gold and Belle greeted him.

"Every ship I go on, they just shoot at me," the Doctor said, dropping his cloak and climbing the stairs to the console. He approached the side of the console where a broken head of a Cyberman sat. "Handles, I said, put me on a ship. I didn't say put me on a Dalek ship. Don't put me on a Dalek ship when I'm holding a broken piece of Dalek!" He bashed Handles' head with the eyestalk, which bounced back into his forehead. "Ow!"

"I still don't understand why you keep that thing," Mr Gold said.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought he might have some excellent intel for us."

"You did not indicate a preference," Handles replied.

"Use your head!" the Doctor told Handles, picking him up and carrying him to the monitor. He looked over at the screen and frowned. "It's not like you've got a lot of alternatives. They're all here. Daleks, Sontarans, Terileptils, Slitheen, and they're not even fighting. They're just parked. Why?"

"The message was received throughout the universe."

"Yes, yes. The message. The message. Even I can't translate it," said the Doctor. He flipped a switch on the console, and the message from the planet below echoed into the console room. A message of three beeps. "Why is everyone here if they don't understand it?"

"We're here," Belle stated.

"Well, you know, I'm OCD. What's their excuse? What does this message mean?" Hearing the TARDIS phone ring, the Doctor put the Cyberhead on the console. "Oh, no! And remind me, I've got to patch the telephone back through the console unit. This is getting ridiculous." The Doctor walked over to the doors.

"Attention!" Handles called out. The Doctor stopped and looked at him. "Information available." "Okay," the Doctor said, getting excited at what information Handles had to say.

"You must patch the telephone device back through the console unit."

The Doctor sighed. "No, no, no, no, no. Not now. Remind me later," the Doctor said, heading back to the doors.

"When?"

The Doctor stopped and turned around. "I don't know. Just later. Just pick a time."

"When?"

"I don't know, just any one time, just when you think I've forgotten."

"When?"

"Just pick a random number, express that number as some minutes, and when that time has elapsed, remind me to patch the telephone back through the console unit."

"Affirmative."

"How those cyber-evenings must fly," the Doctor said, turning to head back to the door. But the phone had stopped ringing. He looked up and saw Mr Gold had answered it.

Mr Gold turned around and handed the phone receiver to the Doctor. "It's Miss Oswald," he said.

The Doctor took the phone. "Hello?"

"Emergency, it's Christmas," Clara said on the other end.

"Christmas, really?" the Doctor asked, heading back to the console.

"Been two months since we last saw you."

"Blimey, two months since we left Storybrooke…" the Doctor mused.

"Listen, Christmas dinner, me cooking…." Clara interrupted.

"So?" the Doctor asked.

"So, I wanted to cook my dad a Christmas dinner. An authentic Christmas dinner, just like my mum used to make."

The Doctor was half listening and was looking at the monitor when he saw something that caught his eye. "That's a new ship," he muttered. "Okay, we'll take the TARDIS this time."

"I just need you to help with Christmas," Clara pleaded. "Just do that for me. Help with Christmas dinner."

The Doctor was busy piloting the TARDIS, with the help of Mr Gold, and he dropped the phone. He tried to do everything with one free hand, but it was hard. He picked up the phone again. "Sorry, I missed that last bit. Got to dash!" Once the TARDIS landed, the Doctor threw down the phone, went to the doors in a rush, held Handles in his arm, and exited.

He stepped out of the TARDIS (followed by Mr Gold) onto an alien ship. A steel door slid open, and the two men walked through.

"What ship is this exactly, Doctor?" Mr Gold asked.

"We're going to find out," the Doctor said, then took a look around. "Okay, don't be alarmed, I come in …" He held up the hand holding Handles but stopped when he saw what was ahead—Cybermen in stasis chambers.

"Next time, leave the cyberhead on the TARDIS," Mr Gold told him.

The Cybermen started to awaken from their hibernation. "Alert, alert!" one said in its mechanical voice.

"Peace, no!" the Doctor finished. He took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned it around.

"Intruders detected," another Cyberman said as they began to walk out of their stasis chambers. "The intruders will be upgraded."

The Doctor and Mr Gold ran back to the TARDIS before Mr Gold placed a protective barrier over the steel doors they had entered before. It stopped the Cybermen from advancing.

The TARDIS phone started ringing again, and the Doctor had to reach out of the door to answer it again. It was Clara.

"I need you," Clara said on the other end. "We need you. I'm cooking Christmas dinner!"

"Cybermen are shooting at us!" The Doctor yelled as the TARDIS began to take off in flight.

"Well, can't we do both?"

"Yeah, why not?" the Doctor said before losing his balance as the TARDIS flew erratically while dodging blasts from Cyberships.